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(The•Devil•I•Loved)

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The torn flesh. The sound that followed. The hot blood that flowed and splashed dots on Ivanna’s face.

Everything acted as her catalyst. They sped up the movement of her hands, and the whippings intensified.

Remembering how he also whipped her in this same manner, remembering how he made her blow his d+k, remembering the brutal punches and kicks her gave her in the holding room, how he pulled the trigger on Ginny, how Lissa nearly killed her or how he made Robert watch the c+k sucking.

There was too much to reckon for, so much that even the whippings felt useless cos as she whipped, he smiled. He probably isn’t even feeling the pains like she did cos he looks like the Ghost they call him.

Like he can’t feel at all.

She slammed the fiftieth whip on his chest, and that spot bled like the other spots she has whipped.

As she whipped, his skin tore, and his blood wasted, wetting the whip. The whip is bleeding too.

“You should have said you wanted to do this, would have gifted you a bowl of food. Your slutty self would at least eat and get enough energy. Ain’t feeling your whippings, at all.” He muttered, head tiled.

“Shut up!!!!” She growled, slamming the whip on his lower back. It curled on his body, and when she pulled it, his flesh tore again, just like hers did when he was whipping her.

“You probably spent all energy sucking my cock. Tell me, was your p+$s¥ dripping back then? When you had it in your mouth, was your p+nty soaked? You’ve never dated, so I’d understand if your whoring self was turned on.” He said again, each word carrying the needed sting.

She knows he’s intentionally egging her with the words,, so she closed her ears to him, focusing on the whippings as the 88th stroke landed on his body.

“I forgot…you have a best friend… Hayden? You both dated a year before your college graduation—best friends turned cringe lovers, but after graduation, you both took a break from the relationship cos you both wanted to focus on your individual worthless lives first. But then…your parents were crushed in the construction accident. How did it feel when you saw them soaked in blood? How did it feel when you saw them on the fuckin coma bed? Storytime!” He chuckled madly.

“I said….shut up!!!!” Ivanna screamed, landing the 99th stroke—the last.

The whip fell from her, and she stood on the flat stone, stretching her arms.

She grabbed his neck.

“Don’t mention my parents with your filthy mouth, and don’t mention Hayden. Don’t!” 

As she choked, he chuckled again, his eyes seeming to be paying homage to insanity. He doesn’t look sane at this point, and it’s strange.

How could someone with several torn flesh look totally fine? 

How could someone who just received 99 strokes look completely satisfied with it?

He even looks like he wants more, which is why he’s saying her dark life story to provoke her.

“I don’t know what type of wire broke in your head, but don’t mess with my parents, and don’t mess with Hayden with your sickness. You killed Ginny, and you’ve used me like a pig, but—”

“I haven’t even started using you, whore. Now that you started the music, you should learn to dance to it. Wait till you won’t be able to breathe without my order. You have no idea what’s in stock.” He cut her off, his seriousness coming back.

Like he wasn’t the one who was chuckling and smiling sickly earlier.

Like he wasn’t the one who was provoking her.

Definitely, he’s bipolar with several personalities, and she has seen close to three tonight.

What’s going on?

“I don’t care what you do to me, so far you don’t touch my brother,” she replied, letting go of his neck.

She jumped down the rock.

He went silent, entering his mute mode. Another side of him.

“You could have avoided the pepper spray and the stone, clearly. When you came to this northern hemisphere, you were sure I was gonna be here, and you knew I wasn’t gonna wait without plan, so you came here, ready to take anything I did to you. You willingly let me capture you.” She said.

He still stayed silent.

“And when you woke up to meet yourself tied up, first thing you did was looking at the ropes I used, and I saw the smirk on your face afterwards. You clearly would have cut the rope to pieces with one drag if you wanted to, but you intentionally didn’t, cos you were eagar for what I wanted to do, and when I started whipping you, you still didn’t free yourself cos you were enjoying it, you pain-loving bîtch!” She spat.

Leonardo cracked his neck before looking up. The blood on his face has dried now.

“Great analysation, you could be the clan’s analyst.” He muttered, looking bored at this point.

Another new expression entirely formed on his face.

“You’re insanely bipolar, can’t even hide it,” Ivanna muttered, her hate getting rebuilt, so tall she wants to whip him another 99.

No. 999.

“Hiders are idiots, wonder woman.” Leonardo groaned, violently pulling the root rope he was tied with.

Just like she predicted, the rope shredded to pieces, and he landed on the ground heavily on his big boots.

He threw thew rope pieces at her face, and some debris entered her eyes from it.

She rubbed her lashes.

Leonardo sat on the rock, the moon is brighter now, and it made his bloody body shine as crimson flowed.

From a short distance, the foot pounds of the guards could be heard around that hemisphere.

Two more seconds, they’d be here.

“Like I said, you can do anything you want with me. Drag me to hell if you want, but I can’t promise I won’t retaliate. Just don’t touch my brother, and tell Lissa to—”

“Miss….” He eyed her, his eyes cooking her on spot.

Now, he looks angry. Another side of him. She has lost count of his expressions.

“Lissa.” He finished his statement, correcting her.

“Who do you think you are to tell me to tell Issa anything? F+k, you’re an unbearable fool. Don’t ever use your filthy mouth to call her fuckin came. To you, she’s queen. When you see her, you kneel, and bow your empty head!” He glared like he wants to kill her and bury her under a tree here.

Ivanna stayed quiet, balling her fists again till they whitened totally.

“Boss!!!” The voice of two guards broke into the scene as they appeared from the top slope.

When they sighted his bloodied body, they alerted the others with their earbuds.

In another second, that northern hemisphere is full of them.

It’s like all the clan guards are here. There are more than two hundred as the northern is very large.

They ran to him, each with their guns intact. Seeing Leonardo’s wounded body up-close, they aimed straight, ready to take Ivanna out.

“I’m not in the mood to hear gunshots,” Leonardo stated.

That was enough to make them lower their guns.

He brought his lighter and a cigar stick out of his pocket, and the moment he flicked fire on the cigar and started smoking…

“Leo!!” Lissa’s voice came from the top slope too.

She didn’t walk like the guards.

She jumped, rolling down the slope till she got to a tree which she held and curled with, pointing her legs forward.

She landed, right in front of Leonardo.

“Holy shit! Leo your skin!” She shouted, touching him, touching blood, touching the broken flesh.

He just continued smoking.

“F+k! F+k!! F+k!!!!” Lissa screamed madly, facing Ivanna with raging, bitter eyes that could murder.

She was with her in a beat, hooking her throat and slamming her back on the nearest palmtree.

Ivanna felt her backbone shifting and her bones resetting, but she didn’t make a sound.

She’s good at that. Keeping it in.

“How dare you! How dare you even touch him!!! Do you have any idea what you just did? Do you? If this news should reach Calabria in Italy, if it reaches The Ndrangheta, if it reaches the ancestral home headed by the Padrino Marko, you will die multiple times, your brother will be forced to eat your corpse before he’s killed too, then they will proceed to kill anyone you’ve ever met!” She growled, choking her hard till Ivanna saw red behind her closed lids.

“You shouldn’t have touched Leo, at all. I know he allowed this, cos no one can even touch a strand of hair on him without receiving death! He intentionally allowed you to do this to make you feel yourself a bit, so don’t think you won, cos now is when your hell starts!”

She let go of Ivanna and landed a thunderous slap on her face.

Ivanna still didn’t move, so she drew her gun, aiming for Ivanna’s knees and wanting to split them…

“Hands down, Issa.” Leonardo’s voice came, and Lissa threw him a gaze.

He has finished smoking, and now he’s just flipping his lighter.

“What do you mean hands down? She has to be handicapped before her real judgement starts! I’m condemning her legs and we won’t even give her a wheelchair! She’d crawl on her flat ass!” Lissa insisted.

“Hands down,” Leonardo replied, voice surprisingly calm.

“Leooo…” She groaned, and he stood.

“If she’s handicapped, how would the game turn out good?” He said.

“I hate when you do your f+kery! I hate hate it!” Lissa complained.

“Get her back to the estate, make her continue her cleaning like nothing happened.” Leonardo instructed.

“Yes Boss.” The guards chorused, and some of them grabbed her.

Ivanna followed, staying obedient as they dragged her out of the forest.

“You know I hate you like mad right now,” Lissa said.

“That’s a feeling, at least you still feel something.” He replied, giving her hair a possessive stroke before walking past her, up the slope.

“Stronza” she muttered.

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[Back In The Clan]

It’s 5am when the guards returned with Ivanna.

Robert was in the Sinners Assembly Quarters, cleaning the staircase when she got back.

He immediately dropped his napkin, coming up the staircase to meet her.

“Iva…what did you do again? You went into the reserve forest? Why? How? The guards were all talking about it and they w—”

“Robert, from now on, you’ll be safe here. I promise that, I’ll be the one to bear the brunt of my actions.” Ivanna cut him off, and he blinked once.

“What do you mean? What exactly happened inside the forest? How are you back in one piece?” 

“Don’t ask questions, and from now on, just do whatever Bacardi tells you to do. Maybe you can buy her trust.” She replied gently with him.

Robert sighed, not knowing what to even say again.

“You two are slacking off!” Hilda said loudly from below the staircase.

They quickly separated, and Ivanna got the mop stick, dipping it in water to start cleaning the floors.

Robert resumed cleaning the staircase.

Hilda came close to Ivanna, shaking her head.

“Never have I met someone like you who doesn’t fear death at all. You ran into the reserve forest? For what? The most amusing part is that you came back unhurt, how? I still don’t know why Sir Leo isn’t killing you and your brother yet. Normally he enjoys torturing sinners till they beg for death, but you…” Hilda sighed.

Ivanna looked at her.

“This year January, there was a guy named Stanley, he was part of the mobsters. In fact, a top member who was Sir Leo’s closest man. Stanley betrayed the clan by trying to kill Sir Leo, you know what happened afterwards?” Hilda said, resting an arm sleazily on her waist.

“Stanley attended the Sinners Assembly just like you and your siblings. He was interrogated about why he wanted to kill Sir Leo, what was his motivation, but he wouldn’t speak, so…Sir Leo cut off his head, but that wasn’t all. Back then, there was a mad uncle here called Uncle Thaddeus,… Thaddeus received orders from Sir Leo, and he took Stanley’s headless body to the middle of Chicago, on the overhead bridge. There, he burned Stanley’s body and dissolved the ashes in the river under that bridge.” Hilda narrated.

“Why are you telling me this? To scare me?” Ivanna replied.

“No. I don’t see fear in your eyes, and as much as I like that, I have to remind you that you’re in the House Of Esposito—the Outfit Clan. Sir Leo isn’t killing you now doesn’t mean he won’t kill you later. Don’t be foolish, and I’m saying this again, don’t provoke him, he’s very bipolar.” Hilda lowered her voice.

“Don Anthony loves Sir Leo a lot, but the Padrino is worse. I mean the Godfather who’s in Italy. Padrino Marko adores Sir Leo too much, and if your matter gets to him, you’re dead. Flat.” Hilda whispered.

Ivanna couldn’t blinked as she stared at the woman.

Someone cleared her throat not far from them, and they both turned to see Island standing by the wall, grimacing at them.

“Hilda, when did you become so nosy? You’ve always minded your business, but now you don’t only gossip about Sir Leo, you also gossip about Padrino Marko, even Don Anthony. You’re bold” She said.

She wore a very thick cardigan and joggers, covering herself up completely to fight the cold from the drowning she did yesterday.

She really drowned till she fainted. She only woke up this morning and sent the video to Lissa.

Hilda walked up to her.

“Last time I checked, you’re a maid, and I’m a cleaner. I don’t think you have any right to criticize whatever I do.” She said.

Island took a broomstick from the ground, swinging it skillfully to Hilda’s back.

“Aghh!!” Hilda groaned.

“Hey!” Robert rushed over, blocking the woman from Island.

“Don’t you ever compare yourself to me again, hag! You’re a cleaner, and I am a maid to Donna Felicia! Even Miss Lissa doesn’t play with me so watch what you say, and for gossiping, I’m reporting you to Donna Felicia myself!” Island pushed past them, up the staircase.

“Hilda, are you ok?” Robert asked, still holding the woman.

Hilda kept holding her back, groaning painfully.

Ivanna joined them.

“I thought I heard every maid and cleaner here is trained, even the old ones.” She said.

“Yes, everyone’s trained including me, but…” Hilda replied, lifting her blouse from her back to reveal a large surgical scar there.

“I got into an accident years ago, and I hurt my spine. I got surgery, but a year after, I fell and hurt my spine again. The wound reopened inside. I can’t fight anymore.” Hilda explained.

“I’m so sorry.” Robert said pitifully.

“You could get surgery again,” Ivanna suggested.

“I don’t want to, it’s 50/50, and I don’t wanna die yet.” Hilda smiled.

Ivanna kept looking at her.

“Oh don’t give me that pitiful look. Get back to work you both. It’d probably take all day to clean everywhere. I’ll get you both lunch, I promise… even if I have to steal from the kitchen.” Hilda smiled, leaving them to go for the staircase.

“And…” She suddenly looked back. “Avoid Island too. She’s Donna Felicia’s favorite maid, so she’s arrogant, and if she reports you to Donna, not even gawd can save you.”

She left them afterwards, and Ivanna exchanged glances with Robert.

“Coming here might be the worse mistake of our lives, Joy.” He said.

“It is,” Ivanna muttered, rubbing her key pendant necklace.

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[Hayden’s Vet Clinic]

The breeze carried the meows of Dusk around the small clinic.

The cat sat on top of a table, looking very uncomfortable. She has been restless since last night—since Hayden brought the strange lady in.

The lady is on a small bed in a corner in the clinic, currently asleep.

After Hayden removed her arm bullet last night, he had disinfected it and treated her with everything he could get his hands on.

Thankfully, she didn’t lose too much blood, so it wasn’t severe.

He sedated her, and that’s why she’s still asleep.

Hayden came back from his apartment at the back of the clinic, holding a plate of Dusk’s favorite cereal which he dropped gently in front of her.

But the cat pushed the plate away with it’s paw, and Hayden frowned.

“You’ve been like this since last night, Dusk. Is there anything I should be worried about?” He said, carrying her

Dusk jumped down from his arms.

“Is it the pregnancy mood swings? You’ve never been like this before…” He muttered.

“It’s probably uncomfortable with my presence.” The stranger’s voice said from the corner.

“You’re awake?” Hayden went to her, and she stood from the bed with a slight smile, glancing shortly at her bandaged arm.

“I didn’t know there are still good people in this city. You actually treated me.” 

“I couldn’t ignore, I wasn’t brought up that way, but who shot you? Why?” Hayden asked.

“I simply shot myself to get your attention, and also…test your emotional depth.” She replied.

Hayden frowned in total confusion.

“I’m Moona, but I prefer to be called Moo,” she stretched her arm forward, but Hayden refused.

“What do you mean you shot yourself?”

“I know you’re desperate to find your friends, and I’m your only way. Take my hand, let’s work together.” She said with a chilling smile.

The glitter makeup on her eyelids shone with the lights.

“Who are you!” Hayden demanded.

She dropped her hand, coming closer to give him a slight push.

“I don’t expect you’d give in easily. In fact, this is only just an intro. I’ll see you again, very soon.” She whispered.

She unwrapped the bandage on her shot arm and threw it at the pregnant cat, then she smiled at Hayden again before walking out.

Hayden rushed to the door, but she was already gone.

He carried Dusk, and only then did he realize he has been breathing so out of line.

He started trying to balance his breaths.

“Who’s…she? What are those tattoos on her arms? They look too meaningful.” He muttered.

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[Michigan Avenue Road, 5:30am]

The Armandos mansion is located somewhere in the deep estates of this avenue, and that’s why Lissa’s car is driving through the road this early in the morning.

She left the clan cos she was annoyed with Leonardo’s refusal.

How could he refuse to let her shoot the thief girl on the knees and ruin her ability to walk, just because he’s playing a silly cat and mouse game?

At this point, she’d have to put a call through to Padrino Marko in Italy and make him come here.

But before then, she has somewhere to be this early morning.

“Stop the car,” she ordered, and her driver obeyed.

The driver is also her umbrella maid—Emma.

Lissa came out of the backseat, went to the driver’s seat to take the steering wheel for Emma.

She shut the door, driving away and leaving Emma on that road.

Emma had to wait a little bit till 6am before she ordered Uber that came to take her home.

Getting home, she met Penny just getting home too cos she had spent the night at the clan just like Lissa.

“Aren’t you supposed to be with Lalissa?” Penny asked.

Emma kept silent.

“Where’s my daughter?”  Penny glared.

“She went to visit that place again,” Emma replied.

“She disappeared again? To visit where she usually goes to visit? Where exactly is that? This ain’t her first, second or tenth time of disappearing to visit that place!” Penny demanded.

“I really have no idea. Since she started going to that place, she has never carried me along.” Emma said quickly to avoid strangling.

“If it happens to be a man’s place, Lalissa will have to kill me cos it has to be Leo or no one else! Don Anthony is only lying to himself, Leo and Lalissa will get married right in front of him!” Penny slammed her car shut, entering the house.

Maids took her bag, and she settled on the couch as her eyes met the TV.

The news is sizzling this morning with the dead of Mayor Cliff.

He was found strangled to death in his car at RM hotel park, right beside the charity hall.

His eight guards were killed too, and there were no traces at all.

Penny laughed satisfactorily.

“You shouldn’t have messed with the Outfit, and you shouldn’t have tried to chase clout with my company accident, he-goat!” 

She received a call from her new secretary, and she swiped green with unfiltered happiness.

“Any helpful news?”

“The ten remaining patients at the hospital are all dead. I paid the doctors to inject them with chemicals like you ordered.” The secretary said.

“What a good news, a good way to start my morning,” Penny smiled, taking her earl grey tea mug from the maid who brought it.

She sipped.

“But there’s a problem, two of the patients are missing. The Cooper couple. They’ve been missing from the hospital since four days ago.” The secretary continued.

“You mean the parents of the thieves?” Penny smirked.

“Yes ma’am,” 

“I have a feeling Leo took them, but then…if Leo took them, I’d have heard about it in the clan.” Penny dropped her tea up.

“Listen, Investigate everything that went down at the hospital on the day they went missing, they have a friend Hayden. Locate him and torture him to tell you what he knows, I don’t care. I’ll call Donna Felicia to ask if Leo has a hand in it.” Penny ordered.

“Right on it” the secretary replied, and Penny clicked red.

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[A Private Gravesite]

Mayor Cliff’s burial wasn’t dragged at all. His wife insisted that he should be buried early this morning after his body was discovered last night.

He died of strangulation, and she’s very sure of where it came from, so what’s the point of keeping his body?

The burial is a sad one with his fellow political men, family and a good number of friends.

But as the body was lowered into the grave, an additional car stopped behind the others.

After the engines died, Leonardo came out of the driver’s seat, and Bacardi stepped out of the other side, both clad in black suits like they’re part of the mourning family.

No one recognized them as part of The Outfit cos their suits covered their tattoos, so the people just assumed they’re unknown friends.

Bacardi even poured sand in the grave, but under her black shades, she’s smiling.

The wife suddenly came to them, noticing their strangeness.

“How did you know my husband?” She asked in a small, grievous voice.

“Cos he was a debtor? Owing my clan some billions?” Leonardo said, straight to the point.

He really doesn’t want to waste more time than he has.

The wife understood immediately, and her eyes widened with terror.

“The…the Outf—”

That was all she said before the mourning people scattered. They didn’t wait to hear the rest before everyone ran to their cars.

As they drove fearfully out of the gravesite, their cars were colliding, and a lot left with crashed cars. Some left their cars behind, chosing to run.

The wife was already on her knees, and both Leonardo and Bacardi aimed their guns at her head, romancing her hair with the cold ruthless metals.

As Leonardo raised his arm, tightly cocking his gun, he badly wants to feel pains from the wounds under his suit, but he’s feeling nothing, and that annoyed him.

He allowed the bitter-lipped whore to beat him just so he could feel pains, so why is he still numb to it?

He cocked his head, staring down at the wife ragingly.

“Get your husband’s debt to us, right now, or you join him in this grave.” Bacardi said from the other side.

“You heard her,” Leonardo muttered, rolling his eyes back.

The wife picked her phone, with trembling hands. 

She called the lawyer in charge of her husband’s will.

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[House Of Esposito, Bobby’s Suite]

Sandra is inside the bedroom with Bobby who has been injected into coma since yesterday following Don Anthony’s orders.

She checked his vitals, sneering when she saw it’s all ok.

“Why do I feel like this isn’t gonna end well when he wakes,” she muttered.

“What do you mean?” Donna Felicia asked, coming in with Island.

“What the f+k is Island doing here? Inside Bobby’s Suite? Mum!” Sandra shot up from the bed.

“Island is my maid, a part of the clan since she was a kid, don’t be hard on her,” Felicia retorted.

“Don’t even start with she’s your favorite maid thingy cos it’s old as f+k! Get out!” Sandra ordered Island.

“Sandra.” Felicia held her.

“No! Tell her to get out of my brother’s suite,or I blow her brains off!” Sandra drew her gun.

“Thought you said I was your mother. If it was Vera who entered with her maid, you wouldn’t be like this.” Felicia said slowly.

“You’re doing this again, mentioning mum again…” Sandra lowered her arm slowly too.

“Cos no matter what, you and your siblings will never see me as a mother!” Felicia snapped.

There was silence after that, and Island smiled inwardly, too happy that Felicia is always on her side.

Felicia got a call from Don Anthony, and that eased the tension.

She left the suite for the park.

Getting there, she met Don Anthony with Nino, both about to drive out.

Island smiled at Nino, but Nino threw his face away, and she pinched herself on the thigh.

“The shipments in Hong Kong might be coming home soon. Matador is currently in Chicago, I’m gonna go see him, set a meeting and make a deal.” Anthony said.

“Matador? Boss of the Chinese mafia? It won’t be easy. That animal is tough.” Felicia said.

“If I fail, Leo is always ready to teach miscreants like him a lesson.” Anthony replied, wearing his shades.

“Of course,” Felicia smiled, giving him a kiss through the window.

Sandra joined them.

“Be merciless dad, be karmic. Try not to smile.” She said.

Anthony smiled at her before rolling up his window.

Her eyes met with Nino’s on the driver’s seat, and Nino bowed slightly for her before driving out to the clan.

Island sneered secretly at Sandra.

Sandra went back to Bobby’s Suite, leaving Donna Felicia and Island.

“I have a report to make,” Island said suddenly, clamping her fingers.

“Spill,” Felicia faced her.

“Hilda, the head cleaner, she stole food from the clan kitchen for the thieves. I saw her.” Island said.

Felicia sighed, then a little mean smirk which says trouble.

“Get guards with yourself, bring Hilda and the two thieves to me. They’ll vomit the food, and Hilda will lose a leg.” She said smoothly.

“Guards? I’m enough, Donna. I’ll drag them to you.” Island smiled.

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[Sinners Assembly Quarters]

Hilda promised to get lunch, but before Robert and Ivanna finished cleaning half of the quarters, Hilda brought them a plate of food.

A breakfast burrito.

Not so large, but it’s better than nothing at all.

The siblings settled at the staircase, eating the meal in peace. At the same time, Ivanna is subtly thinking about what’s gonna happen next.

What’s Leonardo planning next? She can’t be caught unawares.

Hilda stayed at the end of the staircase, watching them eat with a little smile to her face.

“I can’t thank you enough, for real. We were starving.” Robert said.

“Thank you, Hilda.” Ivanna added.

“Be fast with it, before anyone sees.” Hilda replied.

“Are you sure no one will really find out? I heard stealing from the kitchen is punishable by death.” Robert said.

“I was careful, don’t worry.” Hilda nodded with assurance.

“You weren’t careful enough, cos I saw you!” Island said loudly, rushing into the quarters.

Robert and Ivanna stood.

“You can’t be here to cause trouble again! I gave them my breakfast, so I didn’t steal anything!” Hilda confessed.

“Hilda it was your breakfast?” Ivanna said shockingly.

“I don’t care! You’ve been summoned by Donna Felicia, and I’ve been ordered to drag you three!” Island spewed arrogantly.

“We haven’t met outside this clan before, so I don’t understand your hate for us,” Ivanna said.

“And your disrespect for Hilda? She could be your mother.” Robert added.

Island grinned, unfolding her arms from her flat chest.

“I’ll tell Donna Felicia to cut off your tongues, unworthy animals!” She slammed, pushing Hilda out of her way very roughly.

“Argg!” Hilda whimpered, holding her back tightly.

Island literally jumped up the staircase to them, bit before she could lay hands on them, Robert blocked Ivanna.

Island was quick to throw a punch, then two, then three.

She used her palm too, and they all landed without mercy on Robert’s face, causing him a little nosebleed.

She’s quite good.

“Robert!” Ivanna gasped protectively, but before she could face Island, Robert himself faced Island.

Unexpectedly, he gripped her by the neck, hitting her back on the metal railings.

The railings shook violently, and Island coughed.

He’s holding her jugular, so she couldn’t even move her hands.

Her eyes grew wide, too wide.

Hilda’s eyes are very wide below the staircase too.

Isn’t Robert supposed to be the gentle one? What???

“I have my sister’s hot temper too, don’t force me to unleash it on you!” Robert threatened angrily.

Island choked.

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The torn flesh. The sound that followed. The hot blood that flowed and splashed dots on Ivanna’s face.

Everything acted as her catalyst. They sped up the movement of her hands, and the whippings intensified.

Remembering how he also whipped her in this same manner, remembering how he made her blow his d+k, remembering the brutal punches and kicks her gave her in the holding room, how he pulled the trigger on Ginny, how Lissa nearly killed her or how he made Robert watch the c+k sucking.

There was too much to reckon for, so much that even the whippings felt useless cos as she whipped, he smiled. He probably isn’t even feeling the pains like she did cos he looks like the Ghost they call him.

Like he can’t feel at all.

She slammed the fiftieth whip on his chest, and that spot bled like the other spots she has whipped.

As she whipped, his skin tore, and his blood wasted, wetting the whip. The whip is bleeding too.

“You should have said you wanted to do this, would have gifted you a bowl of food. Your slutty self would at least eat and get enough energy. Ain’t feeling your whippings, at all.” He muttered, head tiled.

“Shut up!!!!” She growled, slamming the whip on his lower back. It curled on his body, and when she pulled it, his flesh tore again, just like hers did when he was whipping her.

“You probably spent all energy sucking my cock. Tell me, was your p+$s¥ dripping back then? When you had it in your mouth, was your p+nty soaked? You’ve never dated, so I’d understand if your whoring self was turned on.” He said again, each word carrying the needed sting.

She knows he’s intentionally egging her with the words,, so she closed her ears to him, focusing on the whippings as the 88th stroke landed on his body.

“I forgot…you have a best friend… Hayden? You both dated a year before your college graduation—best friends turned cringe lovers, but after graduation, you both took a break from the relationship cos you both wanted to focus on your individual worthless lives first. But then…your parents were crushed in the construction accident. How did it feel when you saw them soaked in blood? How did it feel when you saw them on the fuckin coma bed? Storytime!” He chuckled madly.

“I said….shut up!!!!” Ivanna screamed, landing the 99th stroke—the last.

The whip fell from her, and she stood on the flat stone, stretching her arms.

She grabbed his neck.

“Don’t mention my parents with your filthy mouth, and don’t mention Hayden. Don’t!” 

As she choked, he chuckled again, his eyes seeming to be paying homage to insanity. He doesn’t look sane at this point, and it’s strange.

How could someone with several torn flesh look totally fine? 

How could someone who just received 99 strokes look completely satisfied with it?

He even looks like he wants more, which is why he’s saying her dark life story to provoke her.

“I don’t know what type of wire broke in your head, but don’t mess with my parents, and don’t mess with Hayden with your sickness. You killed Ginny, and you’ve used me like a pig, but—”

“I haven’t even started using you, whore. Now that you started the music, you should learn to dance to it. Wait till you won’t be able to breathe without my order. You have no idea what’s in stock.” He cut her off, his seriousness coming back.

Like he wasn’t the one who was chuckling and smiling sickly earlier.

Like he wasn’t the one who was provoking her.

Definitely, he’s bipolar with several personalities, and she has seen close to three tonight.

What’s going on?

“I don’t care what you do to me, so far you don’t touch my brother,” she replied, letting go of his neck.

She jumped down the rock.

He went silent, entering his mute mode. Another side of him.

“You could have avoided the pepper spray and the stone, clearly. When you came to this northern hemisphere, you were sure I was gonna be here, and you knew I wasn’t gonna wait without plan, so you came here, ready to take anything I did to you. You willingly let me capture you.” She said.

He still stayed silent.

“And when you woke up to meet yourself tied up, first thing you did was looking at the ropes I used, and I saw the smirk on your face afterwards. You clearly would have cut the rope to pieces with one drag if you wanted to, but you intentionally didn’t, cos you were eagar for what I wanted to do, and when I started whipping you, you still didn’t free yourself cos you were enjoying it, you pain-loving bîtch!” She spat.

Leonardo cracked his neck before looking up. The blood on his face has dried now.

“Great analysation, you could be the clan’s analyst.” He muttered, looking bored at this point.

Another new expression entirely formed on his face.

“You’re insanely bipolar, can’t even hide it,” Ivanna muttered, her hate getting rebuilt, so tall she wants to whip him another 99.

No. 999.

“Hiders are idiots, wonder woman.” Leonardo groaned, violently pulling the root rope he was tied with.

Just like she predicted, the rope shredded to pieces, and he landed on the ground heavily on his big boots.

He threw thew rope pieces at her face, and some debris entered her eyes from it.

She rubbed her lashes.

Leonardo sat on the rock, the moon is brighter now, and it made his bloody body shine as crimson flowed.

From a short distance, the foot pounds of the guards could be heard around that hemisphere.

Two more seconds, they’d be here.

“Like I said, you can do anything you want with me. Drag me to hell if you want, but I can’t promise I won’t retaliate. Just don’t touch my brother, and tell Lissa to—”

“Miss….” He eyed her, his eyes cooking her on spot.

Now, he looks angry. Another side of him. She has lost count of his expressions.

“Lissa.” He finished his statement, correcting her.

“Who do you think you are to tell me to tell Issa anything? F+k, you’re an unbearable fool. Don’t ever use your filthy mouth to call her fuckin came. To you, she’s queen. When you see her, you kneel, and bow your empty head!” He glared like he wants to kill her and bury her under a tree here.

Ivanna stayed quiet, balling her fists again till they whitened totally.

“Boss!!!” The voice of two guards broke into the scene as they appeared from the top slope.

When they sighted his bloodied body, they alerted the others with their earbuds.

In another second, that northern hemisphere is full of them.

It’s like all the clan guards are here. There are more than two hundred as the northern is very large.

They ran to him, each with their guns intact. Seeing Leonardo’s wounded body up-close, they aimed straight, ready to take Ivanna out.

“I’m not in the mood to hear gunshots,” Leonardo stated.

That was enough to make them lower their guns.

He brought his lighter and a cigar stick out of his pocket, and the moment he flicked fire on the cigar and started smoking…

“Leo!!” Lissa’s voice came from the top slope too.

She didn’t walk like the guards.

She jumped, rolling down the slope till she got to a tree which she held and curled with, pointing her legs forward.

She landed, right in front of Leonardo.

“Holy shit! Leo your skin!” She shouted, touching him, touching blood, touching the broken flesh.

He just continued smoking.

“F+k! F+k!! F+k!!!!” Lissa screamed madly, facing Ivanna with raging, bitter eyes that could murder.

She was with her in a beat, hooking her throat and slamming her back on the nearest palmtree.

Ivanna felt her backbone shifting and her bones resetting, but she didn’t make a sound.

She’s good at that. Keeping it in.

“How dare you! How dare you even touch him!!! Do you have any idea what you just did? Do you? If this news should reach Calabria in Italy, if it reaches The Ndrangheta, if it reaches the ancestral home headed by the Padrino Marko, you will die multiple times, your brother will be forced to eat your corpse before he’s killed too, then they will proceed to kill anyone you’ve ever met!” She growled, choking her hard till Ivanna saw red behind her closed lids.

“You shouldn’t have touched Leo, at all. I know he allowed this, cos no one can even touch a strand of hair on him without receiving death! He intentionally allowed you to do this to make you feel yourself a bit, so don’t think you won, cos now is when your hell starts!”

She let go of Ivanna and landed a thunderous slap on her face.

Ivanna still didn’t move, so she drew her gun, aiming for Ivanna’s knees and wanting to split them…

“Hands down, Issa.” Leonardo’s voice came, and Lissa threw him a gaze.

He has finished smoking, and now he’s just flipping his lighter.

“What do you mean hands down? She has to be handicapped before her real judgement starts! I’m condemning her legs and we won’t even give her a wheelchair! She’d crawl on her flat ass!” Lissa insisted.

“Hands down,” Leonardo replied, voice surprisingly calm.

“Leooo…” She groaned, and he stood.

“If she’s handicapped, how would the game turn out good?” He said.

“I hate when you do your f+kery! I hate hate it!” Lissa complained.

“Get her back to the estate, make her continue her cleaning like nothing happened.” Leonardo instructed.

“Yes Boss.” The guards chorused, and some of them grabbed her.

Ivanna followed, staying obedient as they dragged her out of the forest.

“You know I hate you like mad right now,” Lissa said.

“That’s a feeling, at least you still feel something.” He replied, giving her hair a possessive stroke before walking past her, up the slope.

“Stronza” she muttered.

—

[Back In The Clan]

It’s 5am when the guards returned with Ivanna.

Robert was in the Sinners Assembly Quarters, cleaning the staircase when she got back.

He immediately dropped his napkin, coming up the staircase to meet her.

“Iva…what did you do again? You went into the reserve forest? Why? How? The guards were all talking about it and they w—”

“Robert, from now on, you’ll be safe here. I promise that, I’ll be the one to bear the brunt of my actions.” Ivanna cut him off, and he blinked once.

“What do you mean? What exactly happened inside the forest? How are you back in one piece?” 

“Don’t ask questions, and from now on, just do whatever Bacardi tells you to do. Maybe you can buy her trust.” She replied gently with him.

Robert sighed, not knowing what to even say again.

“You two are slacking off!” Hilda said loudly from below the staircase.

They quickly separated, and Ivanna got the mop stick, dipping it in water to start cleaning the floors.

Robert resumed cleaning the staircase.

Hilda came close to Ivanna, shaking her head.

“Never have I met someone like you who doesn’t fear death at all. You ran into the reserve forest? For what? The most amusing part is that you came back unhurt, how? I still don’t know why Sir Leo isn’t killing you and your brother yet. Normally he enjoys torturing sinners till they beg for death, but you…” Hilda sighed.

Ivanna looked at her.

“This year January, there was a guy named Stanley, he was part of the mobsters. In fact, a top member who was Sir Leo’s closest man. Stanley betrayed the clan by trying to kill Sir Leo, you know what happened afterwards?” Hilda said, resting an arm sleazily on her waist.

“Stanley attended the Sinners Assembly just like you and your siblings. He was interrogated about why he wanted to kill Sir Leo, what was his motivation, but he wouldn’t speak, so…Sir Leo cut off his head, but that wasn’t all. Back then, there was a mad uncle here called Uncle Thaddeus,… Thaddeus received orders from Sir Leo, and he took Stanley’s headless body to the middle of Chicago, on the overhead bridge. There, he burned Stanley’s body and dissolved the ashes in the river under that bridge.” Hilda narrated.

“Why are you telling me this? To scare me?” Ivanna replied.

“No. I don’t see fear in your eyes, and as much as I like that, I have to remind you that you’re in the House Of Esposito—the Outfit Clan. Sir Leo isn’t killing you now doesn’t mean he won’t kill you later. Don’t be foolish, and I’m saying this again, don’t provoke him, he’s very bipolar.” Hilda lowered her voice.

“Don Anthony loves Sir Leo a lot, but the Padrino is worse. I mean the Godfather who’s in Italy. Padrino Marko adores Sir Leo too much, and if your matter gets to him, you’re dead. Flat.” Hilda whispered.

Ivanna couldn’t blinked as she stared at the woman.

Someone cleared her throat not far from them, and they both turned to see Island standing by the wall, grimacing at them.

“Hilda, when did you become so nosy? You’ve always minded your business, but now you don’t only gossip about Sir Leo, you also gossip about Padrino Marko, even Don Anthony. You’re bold” She said.

She wore a very thick cardigan and joggers, covering herself up completely to fight the cold from the drowning she did yesterday.

She really drowned till she fainted. She only woke up this morning and sent the video to Lissa.

Hilda walked up to her.

“Last time I checked, you’re a maid, and I’m a cleaner. I don’t think you have any right to criticize whatever I do.” She said.

Island took a broomstick from the ground, swinging it skillfully to Hilda’s back.

“Aghh!!” Hilda groaned.

“Hey!” Robert rushed over, blocking the woman from Island.

“Don’t you ever compare yourself to me again, hag! You’re a cleaner, and I am a maid to Donna Felicia! Even Miss Lissa doesn’t play with me so watch what you say, and for gossiping, I’m reporting you to Donna Felicia myself!” Island pushed past them, up the staircase.

“Hilda, are you ok?” Robert asked, still holding the woman.

Hilda kept holding her back, groaning painfully.

Ivanna joined them.

“I thought I heard every maid and cleaner here is trained, even the old ones.” She said.

“Yes, everyone’s trained including me, but…” Hilda replied, lifting her blouse from her back to reveal a large surgical scar there.

“I got into an accident years ago, and I hurt my spine. I got surgery, but a year after, I fell and hurt my spine again. The wound reopened inside. I can’t fight anymore.” Hilda explained.

“I’m so sorry.” Robert said pitifully.

“You could get surgery again,” Ivanna suggested.

“I don’t want to, it’s 50/50, and I don’t wanna die yet.” Hilda smiled.

Ivanna kept looking at her.

“Oh don’t give me that pitiful look. Get back to work you both. It’d probably take all day to clean everywhere. I’ll get you both lunch, I promise… even if I have to steal from the kitchen.” Hilda smiled, leaving them to go for the staircase.

“And…” She suddenly looked back. “Avoid Island too. She’s Donna Felicia’s favorite maid, so she’s arrogant, and if she reports you to Donna, not even gawd can save you.”

She left them afterwards, and Ivanna exchanged glances with Robert.

“Coming here might be the worse mistake of our lives, Joy.” He said.

“It is,” Ivanna muttered, rubbing her key pendant necklace.

—

[Hayden’s Vet Clinic]

The breeze carried the meows of Dusk around the small clinic.

The cat sat on top of a table, looking very uncomfortable. She has been restless since last night—since Hayden brought the strange lady in.

The lady is on a small bed in a corner in the clinic, currently asleep.

After Hayden removed her arm bullet last night, he had disinfected it and treated her with everything he could get his hands on.

Thankfully, she didn’t lose too much blood, so it wasn’t severe.

He sedated her, and that’s why she’s still asleep.

Hayden came back from his apartment at the back of the clinic, holding a plate of Dusk’s favorite cereal which he dropped gently in front of her.

But the cat pushed the plate away with it’s paw, and Hayden frowned.

“You’ve been like this since last night, Dusk. Is there anything I should be worried about?” He said, carrying her

Dusk jumped down from his arms.

“Is it the pregnancy mood swings? You’ve never been like this before…” He muttered.

“It’s probably uncomfortable with my presence.” The stranger’s voice said from the corner.

“You’re awake?” Hayden went to her, and she stood from the bed with a slight smile, glancing shortly at her bandaged arm.

“I didn’t know there are still good people in this city. You actually treated me.” 

“I couldn’t ignore, I wasn’t brought up that way, but who shot you? Why?” Hayden asked.

“I simply shot myself to get your attention, and also…test your emotional depth.” She replied.

Hayden frowned in total confusion.

“I’m Moona, but I prefer to be called Moo,” she stretched her arm forward, but Hayden refused.

“What do you mean you shot yourself?”

“I know you’re desperate to find your friends, and I’m your only way. Take my hand, let’s work together.” She said with a chilling smile.

The glitter makeup on her eyelids shone with the lights.

“Who are you!” Hayden demanded.

She dropped her hand, coming closer to give him a slight push.

“I don’t expect you’d give in easily. In fact, this is only just an intro. I’ll see you again, very soon.” She whispered.

She unwrapped the bandage on her shot arm and threw it at the pregnant cat, then she smiled at Hayden again before walking out.

Hayden rushed to the door, but she was already gone.

He carried Dusk, and only then did he realize he has been breathing so out of line.

He started trying to balance his breaths.

“Who’s…she? What are those tattoos on her arms? They look too meaningful.” He muttered.

—

[Michigan Avenue Road, 5:30am]

The Armandos mansion is located somewhere in the deep estates of this avenue, and that’s why Lissa’s car is driving through the road this early in the morning.

She left the clan cos she was annoyed with Leonardo’s refusal.

How could he refuse to let her shoot the thief girl on the knees and ruin her ability to walk, just because he’s playing a silly cat and mouse game?

At this point, she’d have to put a call through to Padrino Marko in Italy and make him come here.

But before then, she has somewhere to be this early morning.

“Stop the car,” she ordered, and her driver obeyed.

The driver is also her umbrella maid—Emma.

Lissa came out of the backseat, went to the driver’s seat to take the steering wheel for Emma.

She shut the door, driving away and leaving Emma on that road.

Emma had to wait a little bit till 6am before she ordered Uber that came to take her home.

Getting home, she met Penny just getting home too cos she had spent the night at the clan just like Lissa.

“Aren’t you supposed to be with Lalissa?” Penny asked.

Emma kept silent.

“Where’s my daughter?”  Penny glared.

“She went to visit that place again,” Emma replied.

“She disappeared again? To visit where she usually goes to visit? Where exactly is that? This ain’t her first, second or tenth time of disappearing to visit that place!” Penny demanded.

“I really have no idea. Since she started going to that place, she has never carried me along.” Emma said quickly to avoid strangling.

“If it happens to be a man’s place, Lalissa will have to kill me cos it has to be Leo or no one else! Don Anthony is only lying to himself, Leo and Lalissa will get married right in front of him!” Penny slammed her car shut, entering the house.

Maids took her bag, and she settled on the couch as her eyes met the TV.

The news is sizzling this morning with the dead of Mayor Cliff.

He was found strangled to death in his car at RM hotel park, right beside the charity hall.

His eight guards were killed too, and there were no traces at all.

Penny laughed satisfactorily.

“You shouldn’t have messed with the Outfit, and you shouldn’t have tried to chase clout with my company accident, he-goat!” 

She received a call from her new secretary, and she swiped green with unfiltered happiness.

“Any helpful news?”

“The ten remaining patients at the hospital are all dead. I paid the doctors to inject them with chemicals like you ordered.” The secretary said.

“What a good news, a good way to start my morning,” Penny smiled, taking her earl grey tea mug from the maid who brought it.

She sipped.

“But there’s a problem, two of the patients are missing. The Cooper couple. They’ve been missing from the hospital since four days ago.” The secretary continued.

“You mean the parents of the thieves?” Penny smirked.

“Yes ma’am,” 

“I have a feeling Leo took them, but then…if Leo took them, I’d have heard about it in the clan.” Penny dropped her tea up.

“Listen, Investigate everything that went down at the hospital on the day they went missing, they have a friend Hayden. Locate him and torture him to tell you what he knows, I don’t care. I’ll call Donna Felicia to ask if Leo has a hand in it.” Penny ordered.

“Right on it” the secretary replied, and Penny clicked red.

—

[A Private Gravesite]

Mayor Cliff’s burial wasn’t dragged at all. His wife insisted that he should be buried early this morning after his body was discovered last night.

He died of strangulation, and she’s very sure of where it came from, so what’s the point of keeping his body?

The burial is a sad one with his fellow political men, family and a good number of friends.

But as the body was lowered into the grave, an additional car stopped behind the others.

After the engines died, Leonardo came out of the driver’s seat, and Bacardi stepped out of the other side, both clad in black suits like they’re part of the mourning family.

No one recognized them as part of The Outfit cos their suits covered their tattoos, so the people just assumed they’re unknown friends.

Bacardi even poured sand in the grave, but under her black shades, she’s smiling.

The wife suddenly came to them, noticing their strangeness.

“How did you know my husband?” She asked in a small, grievous voice.

“Cos he was a debtor? Owing my clan some billions?” Leonardo said, straight to the point.

He really doesn’t want to waste more time than he has.

The wife understood immediately, and her eyes widened with terror.

“The…the Outf—”

That was all she said before the mourning people scattered. They didn’t wait to hear the rest before everyone ran to their cars.

As they drove fearfully out of the gravesite, their cars were colliding, and a lot left with crashed cars. Some left their cars behind, chosing to run.

The wife was already on her knees, and both Leonardo and Bacardi aimed their guns at her head, romancing her hair with the cold ruthless metals.

As Leonardo raised his arm, tightly cocking his gun, he badly wants to feel pains from the wounds under his suit, but he’s feeling nothing, and that annoyed him.

He allowed the bitter-lipped whore to beat him just so he could feel pains, so why is he still numb to it?

He cocked his head, staring down at the wife ragingly.

“Get your husband’s debt to us, right now, or you join him in this grave.” Bacardi said from the other side.

“You heard her,” Leonardo muttered, rolling his eyes back.

The wife picked her phone, with trembling hands. 

She called the lawyer in charge of her husband’s will.

—

[House Of Esposito, Bobby’s Suite]

Sandra is inside the bedroom with Bobby who has been injected into coma since yesterday following Don Anthony’s orders.

She checked his vitals, sneering when she saw it’s all ok.

“Why do I feel like this isn’t gonna end well when he wakes,” she muttered.

“What do you mean?” Donna Felicia asked, coming in with Island.

“What the f+k is Island doing here? Inside Bobby’s Suite? Mum!” Sandra shot up from the bed.

“Island is my maid, a part of the clan since she was a kid, don’t be hard on her,” Felicia retorted.

“Don’t even start with she’s your favorite maid thingy cos it’s old as f+k! Get out!” Sandra ordered Island.

“Sandra.” Felicia held her.

“No! Tell her to get out of my brother’s suite,or I blow her brains off!” Sandra drew her gun.

“Thought you said I was your mother. If it was Vera who entered with her maid, you wouldn’t be like this.” Felicia said slowly.

“You’re doing this again, mentioning mum again…” Sandra lowered her arm slowly too.

“Cos no matter what, you and your siblings will never see me as a mother!” Felicia snapped.

There was silence after that, and Island smiled inwardly, too happy that Felicia is always on her side.

Felicia got a call from Don Anthony, and that eased the tension.

She left the suite for the park.

Getting there, she met Don Anthony with Nino, both about to drive out.

Island smiled at Nino, but Nino threw his face away, and she pinched herself on the thigh.

“The shipments in Hong Kong might be coming home soon. Matador is currently in Chicago, I’m gonna go see him, set a meeting and make a deal.” Anthony said.

“Matador? Boss of the Chinese mafia? It won’t be easy. That animal is tough.” Felicia said.

“If I fail, Leo is always ready to teach miscreants like him a lesson.” Anthony replied, wearing his shades.

“Of course,” Felicia smiled, giving him a kiss through the window.

Sandra joined them.

“Be merciless dad, be karmic. Try not to smile.” She said.

Anthony smiled at her before rolling up his window.

Her eyes met with Nino’s on the driver’s seat, and Nino bowed slightly for her before driving out to the clan.

Island sneered secretly at Sandra.

Sandra went back to Bobby’s Suite, leaving Donna Felicia and Island.

“I have a report to make,” Island said suddenly, clamping her fingers.

“Spill,” Felicia faced her.

“Hilda, the head cleaner, she stole food from the clan kitchen for the thieves. I saw her.” Island said.

Felicia sighed, then a little mean smirk which says trouble.

“Get guards with yourself, bring Hilda and the two thieves to me. They’ll vomit the food, and Hilda will lose a leg.” She said smoothly.

“Guards? I’m enough, Donna. I’ll drag them to you.” Island smiled.

—

[Sinners Assembly Quarters]

Hilda promised to get lunch, but before Robert and Ivanna finished cleaning half of the quarters, Hilda brought them a plate of food.

A breakfast burrito.

Not so large, but it’s better than nothing at all.

The siblings settled at the staircase, eating the meal in peace. At the same time, Ivanna is subtly thinking about what’s gonna happen next.

What’s Leonardo planning next? She can’t be caught unawares.

Hilda stayed at the end of the staircase, watching them eat with a little smile to her face.

“I can’t thank you enough, for real. We were starving.” Robert said.

“Thank you, Hilda.” Ivanna added.

“Be fast with it, before anyone sees.” Hilda replied.

“Are you sure no one will really find out? I heard stealing from the kitchen is punishable by death.” Robert said.

“I was careful, don’t worry.” Hilda nodded with assurance.

“You weren’t careful enough, cos I saw you!” Island said loudly, rushing into the quarters.

Robert and Ivanna stood.

“You can’t be here to cause trouble again! I gave them my breakfast, so I didn’t steal anything!” Hilda confessed.

“Hilda it was your breakfast?” Ivanna said shockingly.

“I don’t care! You’ve been summoned by Donna Felicia, and I’ve been ordered to drag you three!” Island spewed arrogantly.

“We haven’t met outside this clan before, so I don’t understand your hate for us,” Ivanna said.

“And your disrespect for Hilda? She could be your mother.” Robert added.

Island grinned, unfolding her arms from her flat chest.

“I’ll tell Donna Felicia to cut off your tongues, unworthy animals!” She slammed, pushing Hilda out of her way very roughly.

“Argg!” Hilda whimpered, holding her back tightly.

Island literally jumped up the staircase to them, bit before she could lay hands on them, Robert blocked Ivanna.

Island was quick to throw a punch, then two, then three.

She used her palm too, and they all landed without mercy on Robert’s face, causing him a little nosebleed.

She’s quite good.

“Robert!” Ivanna gasped protectively, but before she could face Island, Robert himself faced Island.

Unexpectedly, he gripped her by the neck, hitting her back on the metal railings.

The railings shook violently, and Island coughed.

He’s holding her jugular, so she couldn’t even move her hands.

Her eyes grew wide, too wide.

Hilda’s eyes are very wide below the staircase too.

Isn’t Robert supposed to be the gentle one? What???

“I have my sister’s hot temper too, don’t force me to unleash it on you!” Robert threatened angrily.

Island choked.

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The torn flesh. The sound that followed. The hot blood that flowed and splashed dots on Ivanna’s face.

Everything acted as her catalyst. They sped up the movement of her hands, and the whippings intensified.

Remembering how he also whipped her in this same manner, remembering how he made her blow his d+k, remembering the brutal punches and kicks her gave her in the holding room, how he pulled the trigger on Ginny, how Lissa nearly killed her or how he made Robert watch the c+k sucking.

There was too much to reckon for, so much that even the whippings felt useless cos as she whipped, he smiled. He probably isn’t even feeling the pains like she did cos he looks like the Ghost they call him.

Like he can’t feel at all.

She slammed the fiftieth whip on his chest, and that spot bled like the other spots she has whipped.

As she whipped, his skin tore, and his blood wasted, wetting the whip. The whip is bleeding too.

“You should have said you wanted to do this, would have gifted you a bowl of food. Your slutty self would at least eat and get enough energy. Ain’t feeling your whippings, at all.” He muttered, head tiled.

“Shut up!!!!” She growled, slamming the whip on his lower back. It curled on his body, and when she pulled it, his flesh tore again, just like hers did when he was whipping her.

“You probably spent all energy sucking my cock. Tell me, was your p+$s¥ dripping back then? When you had it in your mouth, was your p+nty soaked? You’ve never dated, so I’d understand if your whoring self was turned on.” He said again, each word carrying the needed sting.

She knows he’s intentionally egging her with the words,, so she closed her ears to him, focusing on the whippings as the 88th stroke landed on his body.

“I forgot…you have a best friend… Hayden? You both dated a year before your college graduation—best friends turned cringe lovers, but after graduation, you both took a break from the relationship cos you both wanted to focus on your individual worthless lives first. But then…your parents were crushed in the construction accident. How did it feel when you saw them soaked in blood? How did it feel when you saw them on the fuckin coma bed? Storytime!” He chuckled madly.

“I said….shut up!!!!” Ivanna screamed, landing the 99th stroke—the last.

The whip fell from her, and she stood on the flat stone, stretching her arms.

She grabbed his neck.

“Don’t mention my parents with your filthy mouth, and don’t mention Hayden. Don’t!” 

As she choked, he chuckled again, his eyes seeming to be paying homage to insanity. He doesn’t look sane at this point, and it’s strange.

How could someone with several torn flesh look totally fine? 

How could someone who just received 99 strokes look completely satisfied with it?

He even looks like he wants more, which is why he’s saying her dark life story to provoke her.

“I don’t know what type of wire broke in your head, but don’t mess with my parents, and don’t mess with Hayden with your sickness. You killed Ginny, and you’ve used me like a pig, but—”

“I haven’t even started using you, whore. Now that you started the music, you should learn to dance to it. Wait till you won’t be able to breathe without my order. You have no idea what’s in stock.” He cut her off, his seriousness coming back.

Like he wasn’t the one who was chuckling and smiling sickly earlier.

Like he wasn’t the one who was provoking her.

Definitely, he’s bipolar with several personalities, and she has seen close to three tonight.

What’s going on?

“I don’t care what you do to me, so far you don’t touch my brother,” she replied, letting go of his neck.

She jumped down the rock.

He went silent, entering his mute mode. Another side of him.

“You could have avoided the pepper spray and the stone, clearly. When you came to this northern hemisphere, you were sure I was gonna be here, and you knew I wasn’t gonna wait without plan, so you came here, ready to take anything I did to you. You willingly let me capture you.” She said.

He still stayed silent.

“And when you woke up to meet yourself tied up, first thing you did was looking at the ropes I used, and I saw the smirk on your face afterwards. You clearly would have cut the rope to pieces with one drag if you wanted to, but you intentionally didn’t, cos you were eagar for what I wanted to do, and when I started whipping you, you still didn’t free yourself cos you were enjoying it, you pain-loving bîtch!” She spat.

Leonardo cracked his neck before looking up. The blood on his face has dried now.

“Great analysation, you could be the clan’s analyst.” He muttered, looking bored at this point.

Another new expression entirely formed on his face.

“You’re insanely bipolar, can’t even hide it,” Ivanna muttered, her hate getting rebuilt, so tall she wants to whip him another 99.

No. 999.

“Hiders are idiots, wonder woman.” Leonardo groaned, violently pulling the root rope he was tied with.

Just like she predicted, the rope shredded to pieces, and he landed on the ground heavily on his big boots.

He threw thew rope pieces at her face, and some debris entered her eyes from it.

She rubbed her lashes.

Leonardo sat on the rock, the moon is brighter now, and it made his bloody body shine as crimson flowed.

From a short distance, the foot pounds of the guards could be heard around that hemisphere.

Two more seconds, they’d be here.

“Like I said, you can do anything you want with me. Drag me to hell if you want, but I can’t promise I won’t retaliate. Just don’t touch my brother, and tell Lissa to—”

“Miss….” He eyed her, his eyes cooking her on spot.

Now, he looks angry. Another side of him. She has lost count of his expressions.

“Lissa.” He finished his statement, correcting her.

“Who do you think you are to tell me to tell Issa anything? F+k, you’re an unbearable fool. Don’t ever use your filthy mouth to call her fuckin came. To you, she’s queen. When you see her, you kneel, and bow your empty head!” He glared like he wants to kill her and bury her under a tree here.

Ivanna stayed quiet, balling her fists again till they whitened totally.

“Boss!!!” The voice of two guards broke into the scene as they appeared from the top slope.

When they sighted his bloodied body, they alerted the others with their earbuds.

In another second, that northern hemisphere is full of them.

It’s like all the clan guards are here. There are more than two hundred as the northern is very large.

They ran to him, each with their guns intact. Seeing Leonardo’s wounded body up-close, they aimed straight, ready to take Ivanna out.

“I’m not in the mood to hear gunshots,” Leonardo stated.

That was enough to make them lower their guns.

He brought his lighter and a cigar stick out of his pocket, and the moment he flicked fire on the cigar and started smoking…

“Leo!!” Lissa’s voice came from the top slope too.

She didn’t walk like the guards.

She jumped, rolling down the slope till she got to a tree which she held and curled with, pointing her legs forward.

She landed, right in front of Leonardo.

“Holy shit! Leo your skin!” She shouted, touching him, touching blood, touching the broken flesh.

He just continued smoking.

“F+k! F+k!! F+k!!!!” Lissa screamed madly, facing Ivanna with raging, bitter eyes that could murder.

She was with her in a beat, hooking her throat and slamming her back on the nearest palmtree.

Ivanna felt her backbone shifting and her bones resetting, but she didn’t make a sound.

She’s good at that. Keeping it in.

“How dare you! How dare you even touch him!!! Do you have any idea what you just did? Do you? If this news should reach Calabria in Italy, if it reaches The Ndrangheta, if it reaches the ancestral home headed by the Padrino Marko, you will die multiple times, your brother will be forced to eat your corpse before he’s killed too, then they will proceed to kill anyone you’ve ever met!” She growled, choking her hard till Ivanna saw red behind her closed lids.

“You shouldn’t have touched Leo, at all. I know he allowed this, cos no one can even touch a strand of hair on him without receiving death! He intentionally allowed you to do this to make you feel yourself a bit, so don’t think you won, cos now is when your hell starts!”

She let go of Ivanna and landed a thunderous slap on her face.

Ivanna still didn’t move, so she drew her gun, aiming for Ivanna’s knees and wanting to split them…

“Hands down, Issa.” Leonardo’s voice came, and Lissa threw him a gaze.

He has finished smoking, and now he’s just flipping his lighter.

“What do you mean hands down? She has to be handicapped before her real judgement starts! I’m condemning her legs and we won’t even give her a wheelchair! She’d crawl on her flat ass!” Lissa insisted.

“Hands down,” Leonardo replied, voice surprisingly calm.

“Leooo…” She groaned, and he stood.

“If she’s handicapped, how would the game turn out good?” He said.

“I hate when you do your f+kery! I hate hate it!” Lissa complained.

“Get her back to the estate, make her continue her cleaning like nothing happened.” Leonardo instructed.

“Yes Boss.” The guards chorused, and some of them grabbed her.

Ivanna followed, staying obedient as they dragged her out of the forest.

“You know I hate you like mad right now,” Lissa said.

“That’s a feeling, at least you still feel something.” He replied, giving her hair a possessive stroke before walking past her, up the slope.

“Stronza” she muttered.

—

[Back In The Clan]

It’s 5am when the guards returned with Ivanna.

Robert was in the Sinners Assembly Quarters, cleaning the staircase when she got back.

He immediately dropped his napkin, coming up the staircase to meet her.

“Iva…what did you do again? You went into the reserve forest? Why? How? The guards were all talking about it and they w—”

“Robert, from now on, you’ll be safe here. I promise that, I’ll be the one to bear the brunt of my actions.” Ivanna cut him off, and he blinked once.

“What do you mean? What exactly happened inside the forest? How are you back in one piece?” 

“Don’t ask questions, and from now on, just do whatever Bacardi tells you to do. Maybe you can buy her trust.” She replied gently with him.

Robert sighed, not knowing what to even say again.

“You two are slacking off!” Hilda said loudly from below the staircase.

They quickly separated, and Ivanna got the mop stick, dipping it in water to start cleaning the floors.

Robert resumed cleaning the staircase.

Hilda came close to Ivanna, shaking her head.

“Never have I met someone like you who doesn’t fear death at all. You ran into the reserve forest? For what? The most amusing part is that you came back unhurt, how? I still don’t know why Sir Leo isn’t killing you and your brother yet. Normally he enjoys torturing sinners till they beg for death, but you…” Hilda sighed.

Ivanna looked at her.

“This year January, there was a guy named Stanley, he was part of the mobsters. In fact, a top member who was Sir Leo’s closest man. Stanley betrayed the clan by trying to kill Sir Leo, you know what happened afterwards?” Hilda said, resting an arm sleazily on her waist.

“Stanley attended the Sinners Assembly just like you and your siblings. He was interrogated about why he wanted to kill Sir Leo, what was his motivation, but he wouldn’t speak, so…Sir Leo cut off his head, but that wasn’t all. Back then, there was a mad uncle here called Uncle Thaddeus,… Thaddeus received orders from Sir Leo, and he took Stanley’s headless body to the middle of Chicago, on the overhead bridge. There, he burned Stanley’s body and dissolved the ashes in the river under that bridge.” Hilda narrated.

“Why are you telling me this? To scare me?” Ivanna replied.

“No. I don’t see fear in your eyes, and as much as I like that, I have to remind you that you’re in the House Of Esposito—the Outfit Clan. Sir Leo isn’t killing you now doesn’t mean he won’t kill you later. Don’t be foolish, and I’m saying this again, don’t provoke him, he’s very bipolar.” Hilda lowered her voice.

“Don Anthony loves Sir Leo a lot, but the Padrino is worse. I mean the Godfather who’s in Italy. Padrino Marko adores Sir Leo too much, and if your matter gets to him, you’re dead. Flat.” Hilda whispered.

Ivanna couldn’t blinked as she stared at the woman.

Someone cleared her throat not far from them, and they both turned to see Island standing by the wall, grimacing at them.

“Hilda, when did you become so nosy? You’ve always minded your business, but now you don’t only gossip about Sir Leo, you also gossip about Padrino Marko, even Don Anthony. You’re bold” She said.

She wore a very thick cardigan and joggers, covering herself up completely to fight the cold from the drowning she did yesterday.

She really drowned till she fainted. She only woke up this morning and sent the video to Lissa.

Hilda walked up to her.

“Last time I checked, you’re a maid, and I’m a cleaner. I don’t think you have any right to criticize whatever I do.” She said.

Island took a broomstick from the ground, swinging it skillfully to Hilda’s back.

“Aghh!!” Hilda groaned.

“Hey!” Robert rushed over, blocking the woman from Island.

“Don’t you ever compare yourself to me again, hag! You’re a cleaner, and I am a maid to Donna Felicia! Even Miss Lissa doesn’t play with me so watch what you say, and for gossiping, I’m reporting you to Donna Felicia myself!” Island pushed past them, up the staircase.

“Hilda, are you ok?” Robert asked, still holding the woman.

Hilda kept holding her back, groaning painfully.

Ivanna joined them.

“I thought I heard every maid and cleaner here is trained, even the old ones.” She said.

“Yes, everyone’s trained including me, but…” Hilda replied, lifting her blouse from her back to reveal a large surgical scar there.

“I got into an accident years ago, and I hurt my spine. I got surgery, but a year after, I fell and hurt my spine again. The wound reopened inside. I can’t fight anymore.” Hilda explained.

“I’m so sorry.” Robert said pitifully.

“You could get surgery again,” Ivanna suggested.

“I don’t want to, it’s 50/50, and I don’t wanna die yet.” Hilda smiled.

Ivanna kept looking at her.

“Oh don’t give me that pitiful look. Get back to work you both. It’d probably take all day to clean everywhere. I’ll get you both lunch, I promise… even if I have to steal from the kitchen.” Hilda smiled, leaving them to go for the staircase.

“And…” She suddenly looked back. “Avoid Island too. She’s Donna Felicia’s favorite maid, so she’s arrogant, and if she reports you to Donna, not even gawd can save you.”

She left them afterwards, and Ivanna exchanged glances with Robert.

“Coming here might be the worse mistake of our lives, Joy.” He said.

“It is,” Ivanna muttered, rubbing her key pendant necklace.

—

[Hayden’s Vet Clinic]

The breeze carried the meows of Dusk around the small clinic.

The cat sat on top of a table, looking very uncomfortable. She has been restless since last night—since Hayden brought the strange lady in.

The lady is on a small bed in a corner in the clinic, currently asleep.

After Hayden removed her arm bullet last night, he had disinfected it and treated her with everything he could get his hands on.

Thankfully, she didn’t lose too much blood, so it wasn’t severe.

He sedated her, and that’s why she’s still asleep.

Hayden came back from his apartment at the back of the clinic, holding a plate of Dusk’s favorite cereal which he dropped gently in front of her.

But the cat pushed the plate away with it’s paw, and Hayden frowned.

“You’ve been like this since last night, Dusk. Is there anything I should be worried about?” He said, carrying her

Dusk jumped down from his arms.

“Is it the pregnancy mood swings? You’ve never been like this before…” He muttered.

“It’s probably uncomfortable with my presence.” The stranger’s voice said from the corner.

“You’re awake?” Hayden went to her, and she stood from the bed with a slight smile, glancing shortly at her bandaged arm.

“I didn’t know there are still good people in this city. You actually treated me.” 

“I couldn’t ignore, I wasn’t brought up that way, but who shot you? Why?” Hayden asked.

“I simply shot myself to get your attention, and also…test your emotional depth.” She replied.

Hayden frowned in total confusion.

“I’m Moona, but I prefer to be called Moo,” she stretched her arm forward, but Hayden refused.

“What do you mean you shot yourself?”

“I know you’re desperate to find your friends, and I’m your only way. Take my hand, let’s work together.” She said with a chilling smile.

The glitter makeup on her eyelids shone with the lights.

“Who are you!” Hayden demanded.

She dropped her hand, coming closer to give him a slight push.

“I don’t expect you’d give in easily. In fact, this is only just an intro. I’ll see you again, very soon.” She whispered.

She unwrapped the bandage on her shot arm and threw it at the pregnant cat, then she smiled at Hayden again before walking out.

Hayden rushed to the door, but she was already gone.

He carried Dusk, and only then did he realize he has been breathing so out of line.

He started trying to balance his breaths.

“Who’s…she? What are those tattoos on her arms? They look too meaningful.” He muttered.

—

[Michigan Avenue Road, 5:30am]

The Armandos mansion is located somewhere in the deep estates of this avenue, and that’s why Lissa’s car is driving through the road this early in the morning.

She left the clan cos she was annoyed with Leonardo’s refusal.

How could he refuse to let her shoot the thief girl on the knees and ruin her ability to walk, just because he’s playing a silly cat and mouse game?

At this point, she’d have to put a call through to Padrino Marko in Italy and make him come here.

But before then, she has somewhere to be this early morning.

“Stop the car,” she ordered, and her driver obeyed.

The driver is also her umbrella maid—Emma.

Lissa came out of the backseat, went to the driver’s seat to take the steering wheel for Emma.

She shut the door, driving away and leaving Emma on that road.

Emma had to wait a little bit till 6am before she ordered Uber that came to take her home.

Getting home, she met Penny just getting home too cos she had spent the night at the clan just like Lissa.

“Aren’t you supposed to be with Lalissa?” Penny asked.

Emma kept silent.

“Where’s my daughter?”  Penny glared.

“She went to visit that place again,” Emma replied.

“She disappeared again? To visit where she usually goes to visit? Where exactly is that? This ain’t her first, second or tenth time of disappearing to visit that place!” Penny demanded.

“I really have no idea. Since she started going to that place, she has never carried me along.” Emma said quickly to avoid strangling.

“If it happens to be a man’s place, Lalissa will have to kill me cos it has to be Leo or no one else! Don Anthony is only lying to himself, Leo and Lalissa will get married right in front of him!” Penny slammed her car shut, entering the house.

Maids took her bag, and she settled on the couch as her eyes met the TV.

The news is sizzling this morning with the dead of Mayor Cliff.

He was found strangled to death in his car at RM hotel park, right beside the charity hall.

His eight guards were killed too, and there were no traces at all.

Penny laughed satisfactorily.

“You shouldn’t have messed with the Outfit, and you shouldn’t have tried to chase clout with my company accident, he-goat!” 

She received a call from her new secretary, and she swiped green with unfiltered happiness.

“Any helpful news?”

“The ten remaining patients at the hospital are all dead. I paid the doctors to inject them with chemicals like you ordered.” The secretary said.

“What a good news, a good way to start my morning,” Penny smiled, taking her earl grey tea mug from the maid who brought it.

She sipped.

“But there’s a problem, two of the patients are missing. The Cooper couple. They’ve been missing from the hospital since four days ago.” The secretary continued.

“You mean the parents of the thieves?” Penny smirked.

“Yes ma’am,” 

“I have a feeling Leo took them, but then…if Leo took them, I’d have heard about it in the clan.” Penny dropped her tea up.

“Listen, Investigate everything that went down at the hospital on the day they went missing, they have a friend Hayden. Locate him and torture him to tell you what he knows, I don’t care. I’ll call Donna Felicia to ask if Leo has a hand in it.” Penny ordered.

“Right on it” the secretary replied, and Penny clicked red.

—

[A Private Gravesite]

Mayor Cliff’s burial wasn’t dragged at all. His wife insisted that he should be buried early this morning after his body was discovered last night.

He died of strangulation, and she’s very sure of where it came from, so what’s the point of keeping his body?

The burial is a sad one with his fellow political men, family and a good number of friends.

But as the body was lowered into the grave, an additional car stopped behind the others.

After the engines died, Leonardo came out of the driver’s seat, and Bacardi stepped out of the other side, both clad in black suits like they’re part of the mourning family.

No one recognized them as part of The Outfit cos their suits covered their tattoos, so the people just assumed they’re unknown friends.

Bacardi even poured sand in the grave, but under her black shades, she’s smiling.

The wife suddenly came to them, noticing their strangeness.

“How did you know my husband?” She asked in a small, grievous voice.

“Cos he was a debtor? Owing my clan some billions?” Leonardo said, straight to the point.

He really doesn’t want to waste more time than he has.

The wife understood immediately, and her eyes widened with terror.

“The…the Outf—”

That was all she said before the mourning people scattered. They didn’t wait to hear the rest before everyone ran to their cars.

As they drove fearfully out of the gravesite, their cars were colliding, and a lot left with crashed cars. Some left their cars behind, chosing to run.

The wife was already on her knees, and both Leonardo and Bacardi aimed their guns at her head, romancing her hair with the cold ruthless metals.

As Leonardo raised his arm, tightly cocking his gun, he badly wants to feel pains from the wounds under his suit, but he’s feeling nothing, and that annoyed him.

He allowed the bitter-lipped whore to beat him just so he could feel pains, so why is he still numb to it?

He cocked his head, staring down at the wife ragingly.

“Get your husband’s debt to us, right now, or you join him in this grave.” Bacardi said from the other side.

“You heard her,” Leonardo muttered, rolling his eyes back.

The wife picked her phone, with trembling hands. 

She called the lawyer in charge of her husband’s will.

—

[House Of Esposito, Bobby’s Suite]

Sandra is inside the bedroom with Bobby who has been injected into coma since yesterday following Don Anthony’s orders.

She checked his vitals, sneering when she saw it’s all ok.

“Why do I feel like this isn’t gonna end well when he wakes,” she muttered.

“What do you mean?” Donna Felicia asked, coming in with Island.

“What the f+k is Island doing here? Inside Bobby’s Suite? Mum!” Sandra shot up from the bed.

“Island is my maid, a part of the clan since she was a kid, don’t be hard on her,” Felicia retorted.

“Don’t even start with she’s your favorite maid thingy cos it’s old as f+k! Get out!” Sandra ordered Island.

“Sandra.” Felicia held her.

“No! Tell her to get out of my brother’s suite,or I blow her brains off!” Sandra drew her gun.

“Thought you said I was your mother. If it was Vera who entered with her maid, you wouldn’t be like this.” Felicia said slowly.

“You’re doing this again, mentioning mum again…” Sandra lowered her arm slowly too.

“Cos no matter what, you and your siblings will never see me as a mother!” Felicia snapped.

There was silence after that, and Island smiled inwardly, too happy that Felicia is always on her side.

Felicia got a call from Don Anthony, and that eased the tension.

She left the suite for the park.

Getting there, she met Don Anthony with Nino, both about to drive out.

Island smiled at Nino, but Nino threw his face away, and she pinched herself on the thigh.

“The shipments in Hong Kong might be coming home soon. Matador is currently in Chicago, I’m gonna go see him, set a meeting and make a deal.” Anthony said.

“Matador? Boss of the Chinese mafia? It won’t be easy. That animal is tough.” Felicia said.

“If I fail, Leo is always ready to teach miscreants like him a lesson.” Anthony replied, wearing his shades.

“Of course,” Felicia smiled, giving him a kiss through the window.

Sandra joined them.

“Be merciless dad, be karmic. Try not to smile.” She said.

Anthony smiled at her before rolling up his window.

Her eyes met with Nino’s on the driver’s seat, and Nino bowed slightly for her before driving out to the clan.

Island sneered secretly at Sandra.

Sandra went back to Bobby’s Suite, leaving Donna Felicia and Island.

“I have a report to make,” Island said suddenly, clamping her fingers.

“Spill,” Felicia faced her.

“Hilda, the head cleaner, she stole food from the clan kitchen for the thieves. I saw her.” Island said.

Felicia sighed, then a little mean smirk which says trouble.

“Get guards with yourself, bring Hilda and the two thieves to me. They’ll vomit the food, and Hilda will lose a leg.” She said smoothly.

“Guards? I’m enough, Donna. I’ll drag them to you.” Island smiled.

—

[Sinners Assembly Quarters]

Hilda promised to get lunch, but before Robert and Ivanna finished cleaning half of the quarters, Hilda brought them a plate of food.

A breakfast burrito.

Not so large, but it’s better than nothing at all.

The siblings settled at the staircase, eating the meal in peace. At the same time, Ivanna is subtly thinking about what’s gonna happen next.

What’s Leonardo planning next? She can’t be caught unawares.

Hilda stayed at the end of the staircase, watching them eat with a little smile to her face.

“I can’t thank you enough, for real. We were starving.” Robert said.

“Thank you, Hilda.” Ivanna added.

“Be fast with it, before anyone sees.” Hilda replied.

“Are you sure no one will really find out? I heard stealing from the kitchen is punishable by death.” Robert said.

“I was careful, don’t worry.” Hilda nodded with assurance.

“You weren’t careful enough, cos I saw you!” Island said loudly, rushing into the quarters.

Robert and Ivanna stood.

“You can’t be here to cause trouble again! I gave them my breakfast, so I didn’t steal anything!” Hilda confessed.

“Hilda it was your breakfast?” Ivanna said shockingly.

“I don’t care! You’ve been summoned by Donna Felicia, and I’ve been ordered to drag you three!” Island spewed arrogantly.

“We haven’t met outside this clan before, so I don’t understand your hate for us,” Ivanna said.

“And your disrespect for Hilda? She could be your mother.” Robert added.

Island grinned, unfolding her arms from her flat chest.

“I’ll tell Donna Felicia to cut off your tongues, unworthy animals!” She slammed, pushing Hilda out of her way very roughly.

“Argg!” Hilda whimpered, holding her back tightly.

Island literally jumped up the staircase to them, bit before she could lay hands on them, Robert blocked Ivanna.

Island was quick to throw a punch, then two, then three.

She used her palm too, and they all landed without mercy on Robert’s face, causing him a little nosebleed.

She’s quite good.

“Robert!” Ivanna gasped protectively, but before she could face Island, Robert himself faced Island.

Unexpectedly, he gripped her by the neck, hitting her back on the metal railings.

The railings shook violently, and Island coughed.

He’s holding her jugular, so she couldn’t even move her hands.

Her eyes grew wide, too wide.

Hilda’s eyes are very wide below the staircase too.

Isn’t Robert supposed to be the gentle one? What???

“I have my sister’s hot temper too, don’t force me to unleash it on you!” Robert threatened angrily.

Island choked.

TBC.

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Over his broad, strong shoulder, Leonardo’s eyes cast a killing gaze on Ivanna’s body frame on the floor.

He said nothing. He did nothing.

He just stayed there, watching with half his his eyes carefully covered by his lids, the gaze so experimental.

So deadly.

Robert wasn’t breathing for those minutes, he held his breaths in his throat, surviving by just shaking.

His sweaty palms left black imprints on the concrete ground, and his Adam’s apple throbbed.

Ivanna is still there on the ground, smiling stubbornly at Leonardo, that blood on her teeth giving her a psychotic font.

Leonardo stated silent till he returned to his walk, taking few more steps out of the room.

Robert released the breaths he has been holding, scrambling to her on his knees and palms.

“Ivanna… Ivanna please… Please I don’t wanna die! I don’t want you to die too!! Stop provoking him!! We have to go back home someday and that can’t be possible if you keep doing this. Iva, please stop …” He begged in tears.

Ivanna struggled to sit up on her own, her inner mouth and lips bleeding from his punches.

Even her eyebrows and jaws and chin have deep cuts, all from his blows.

Her tummy is bleeding too from his boot kick, and her upper body is bleeding from the whiplashes.

Every part of her is bleeding.

She spit out blood and dragged herself to the wall to sit, resting back on that wall.

“Ginny ain’t dead, and we won’t die. We can’t die after everything that has happened here,” she groaned.

“Then you have to stop provoking him! He left without saying anything or doing something even after what you said to him. That devil left without doing anything? We’re so dead, Ivanna.” Robert sniffled.

“We won’t die, he’s not going to kill us. He needs us to find the real parcel, and if he kills you, he knows there’s no way he’d get it out of me, so he won’t touch you, everything will be on me,” she explained.

Robert held her hands.

“Ivanna, this isn’t right. You’re playing a dangerous game, you’re predicting him, and it’s unadvisable. I don’t even know why you hid the parcel in the first place. Can’t you just confess the real location and let’s see if he’d take pity on us?” 

“Take pity? Do you see pity in his eyes” Ivanna sniffled.

Robert sat back, and she leaned forward to him, groaning painfully.

“Are you ok?” He quickly asked.

“I’m… I’ll be fine. Trust me and follow my analysis. I’m sure he’ll be back soon to get me to torture again. He’ll do it repeatedly, trying to break me, but I won’t break,” she grunted.

Robert covered his eyes with both palms, feeling highly sick.

—

[Bobby’s Suite]

Bobby ain’t left out. Just like the rest of the siblings have their own space here, Bobby has one, too.

His Suite which is the most extravagant with bright colors cos he’s a sociopath who loves showing off his shit.

Inside, he’s with Bacardi and Sandra, the three are in his home bar, talking over cups of alcohol.

Bacardi is seriously laughing her head off, squeezing the lemon in her drink in the middle of her palm.

“I don’t see what’s funny about this whole thing, Cardi. Her brother told us to go look for the parcel, but she actually changed the parcel location even before they came here to steal? Do I basically wasted my time going to their apartment! Gawd, I badly wanna kill her, but Leo is pulling me back and it’s tiring!” Sandra complained genuinely.

Bacardi dropped the squeezed lemon on her tongue, chewing the bitterness as her laughter seized.

“It’s funny as hell, she has always had this feisty, crazy look in those eyes of hers, but too bad she used it on the wrong person. You said Leo doesn’t want her dead yet, same Leo?” She scoffed, still chewing.

“I know, right?” Bobby stood, gulping everything in his cup.

“My Leo is always the first to suggest torturous death for anyone in here, but this time he’s refusing to torture her to death after the shit she pulled? He’s planning something, and I have to go to gos Citadel tonight and spend time with him so he’d tell me his plan,” he said dreamily.

“Don’t bother going to his Citadel, he’s not there at all,” Sandra rolled eyes.

“How did you know? You don’t even have your biometrics registered on his door?” Bobby rolled eyes back.

“We saw him heading somewhere, and you know where he’ll go in this clan by this time of the night,” Bacardi said.

Bobby frowned, and the moment he realized, he stood 

“Should have told me earlier, you two bitçhes!” He spat, rushing out.

“His hysteria drives me crazy,” Bacardi shook her head.

“I’m at the verge, too.” Sandra added as they followed him.

—

[Clan Mausoleum]

The mausoleum is just squeezed in the middle of the clan building; not too big, and not too small, just enough to contain a dead person’s spirit and body.

Violent Vera Esposito’s Mausoleum was written with black stained glass in front of the white building, and at this time of the night, the string lights surrounding it are so bright.

Leonardo appeared with a maid behind him, the maid carried a small tray of pale hydrangea flowers.

Getting to the door of the mausoleum, Leonardo looked back at the maid. She was already climbing the staircase with him.

“Give the flowers, and get down,” he ordered flatly.

She maid handed him the bouquet, and he took it with veiny hand, then the maid rushed off.

Leonardo unlocked the door with his face—all four siblings have their faces registered here, so their faces can open this Mausoleum anytime.

Leonardo entered, meeting the only tomb inside as squeaky clean as usual. The black gemstones are shinning as he placed the bouquet on the grave, then he sat on a sitting slate in front of the beautiful grave.

He brought his broken head lighter out of his pocket, no expressions as he stared at it, the only gift he got from Vera before her death.

Vera is his mother, Bobby’s mother, Bacardi’s and Sandra’s too.

She birthed all four of them for Anthony before dying that fateful year, then Anthony got married to Felicia after her death.

Vera was the clan’s Underboss, the Torturer, and the Ghost. Three in one who goes on the special missions during her time. She fought side-by-side with Anthony when the kids were still young. She was a brainiac, a maniac who wrecks havoc without even having to appear at the scene. And that’s why they gave her the name Violent Vera.

Her death made Leonardo become the three in one (Underboss, Torturer, and the Ghost) at the tender age of 12. And since then, there has been no crack of light. It’s all darkness, and he likes  it—living in his mother’s dark, lightless world.

He looked at the grave once again, then his gaze flicked back to the broken lighter which has VV crested on it in italics.

“A whore broke it, and believe me, VV. I have a long array of cruel things to do to her, even confused on which one to choose, but you were always strategic with your breaking steps, and I’m gonna take it slow with her, break her step by step till she won’t be able to gather the pieces, and then bring her to cry here on your grave. You could swim in her tears up there,” he said like the sweetest thing ever, bringing out a cigar afterwards.

Despite the headless state of the lighter, he still managed to spark light from it to the cigar, and the moment he started smoking, the others came in.

Bobby led them, and the girls followed, both carrying bottles of bourbon.

Bourbon was Vera’s favorite, and it also ended up being Leonardo’s.

“You fuckin love cheating. You sneaked here without involving us again. You aren’t planning to run off with mother’s body, are you?” Bobby sat beside him, taking the cigar.

“No one said you couldn’t visit this place on your own, not a must to visit anytime I visit,” Leonardo replied.

“Listen to that anger-ridden voice, I can hear your anger, let it out brother!” Bacardi said to his face.

“Get that face off mine, lest I ruin it,” Leonardo simply replied, and Bacardi laughed, pouring their drinks in four red solo cups.

“Leo, we could lay her body on this grave and beat her here, what do you think? We could entertain mother’s spirit with her cries,” Sandra whispered.

“As enticing as that idea sounds, no one’s making a move till I say so” Leonardo replied bluntly.

“Yes sir!” Bobby laughed, touching Vera’s grave.

“Your second boy here, the clan’s Enforcer.” He said seriously.

Sandra lay her head on the grave for a little while, smiling.

“Your last baby here, the clan’s Top Girl.” She said.

Bacardi went extra, climbing the grave to sleep on it.

“Hi mother, your third baby here, the clan’s Golden Retriever.” She said.

“And I’ll be sending like five girls to Leo’s citadel tonight, he needs a good f+k to calm and plan well. I don’t only control male strippers, I control females too, mother.” She added.

“You’re a freak!” Sandra laughed.

“Send some bitçhes to my suite too, Cardi.” Bobby said.

“Since when did we grow that close?” Bacardi scoffed.

“We went to the train station together and broke the henchman’s knees together, if that’s not closeness then what?” Bobby scoffed too.

“About that stuff, do you think Mayor Cliff is gonna pay before 24hrs? I’m wishing he doesn’t though, so Leo will have something special to do tomorrow, yunno?” Sandra said.

“He won’t pay, sending the henchman to deliver the pay without interest is enough to tell you he’s not ready to pay interest. Losers like him love to try, despite knowing it won’t end well. Such is the whore thief girl.” Leonardo spoke.

“Meaning tommorow is another day for the news to get sweet?” Bacardi tilted up on the grave.

“News coming from Chicago corner right now. Mayor Cliff was found dead in his wardrobe? Tub? Cellar? Or study!” Bobby read dramatically, and they all laughed sickly, picking one solo cup of alcohol each.

Leonardo’s cup was left unpicked, so their eyes darted to him.

“You don’t want bourbon, should I get wasabi peas?” Bobby said.

“I forgot he’s obsessed with that thing,” Sandra nodded.

“Shut up,” Leonardo said.

Their laughter took over again as he picked his own cup.

“To a deadly tomorrow?” Bacardi toasted.

“To death!” They chorused, excluding Leonardo though.

As they drank from their cups, a shadow left the mausoleum surroundings.

—

[Roses Sanctuary]

Island entered the sanctuary cautiously, looking around to make sure her entry isn’t suspicious before moving forward.

She rushed to the taboo roses row where Felicia sat alone, examining the roses like a lone wolf.

“The siblings went to the mausoleum to spend time with Vera’s grave,” she reported.

“And this is why they’d never get used to me, they can’t ever see me as their mother, am I gonna remain just Anthony’s wife forever? I don’t feel like a mother,” Felicia sighed.

“But at least… Sandra likes you,” Island replied, and Felicia looked up

“She loves her dead mother just like the rest of her siblings, they’re not different from each other.” 

“But, Donna, you’re—”

“Mother!” Sandra entered the sanctuary, and Island slid out through the other door.

“Daughter?” Felicia stood.

“Here, have some bourbon!” Sandra dropped the solo cup in front of her.

Felicia looked at it, then at Sandra’s tipsy face.

“You brought me alcohol from Vera’s mausoleum?”

“You knew we went to the mausoleum?” Sandra frowned.

“It’s a clan for a reason, Sandra. Even if I sleep for days, I’ll still get reports about the ongoing,” Felicia replied, taking the cup slowly.

“You don’t have to drink it,” Sandra said, her tipsiness reducing.

“No. She was your mother, and if I wanna be a mother too, I should take everything you give. That way, you can start seeing me as a new mother. I know I’m not as strong as Vera when she was alive, but remember she was originally from the mafia family, and I’m not.” Felicia said.

“You’re my mother, Felicia. Vera is my late mother, and you’re my current one, get that.” Sandra blankly replied.

“We’ll see about that,” Felicia smiled, drinking the whole bourbon.

—

[Anthony’s Office]

Nino—the driver, stood in front of Anthony, watching him make arrangements against tomorrow’s deals and moves.

He stayed silent till Anthony looked up suddenly.

“There’s a Charity Gala at Royal Meridian hotel tomorrow, hosted by Mayor Cliff. The security is woven tight, but if he doesn’t pay up before 24hrs which I’m guessing he won’t, then he’ll go down as the Gala dead body. Get the hotel map and staffs BioData, send them over to Leonardo’s mail tonight, mark it as tomorrow’s special. You can get some rest afterwards.” he instructed.

“On it, Don.” Nino stepped out of the office, rushing down the sprawled corridor.

Nino isn’t just Anthony’s driver but also his closest errand boy. He drives like he was born with the wheel on his hands, and he runs the same way.

He doesn’t stop till he catches anything or anyone he chases.

He’s the clan’s Chaser.

He was about to go past the corridor curve when he collided into Sandra.

With wide eyes, he stepped back.

“I’m so sorry!”

“You can do better with the apology” Sandra grimaced. “Kneel.”

Nino stepped back once more, then he easily fell on his knees.

“I’m sorry” he repeated respectfully.

“Good. We went to get the fake parcel together earlier, and that little moment you spent with me in the car should tell you I don’t fancy bumps. Now run along.” She ordered.

Nino stood and hurried out of that corridor.

Sandra left with a smirk plastered to her mean face.

After the departure of the two, Island came into that same corridor, folding her arms below her breàsts.

“Too bad Sandra is Donna Felicia’s best among the siblings. She’s f+kin spoilt.” She muttered hatefully.

—

[Leonardo’s Citadel]

Bacardi wasn’t joking when she talked about sending five girls over tu f+k Leonardo.

He met them waiting in front of his Citadel when he arrived, but he only chose one of them to enter the citadel with him. Not even his bedroom, but his dark office.

The girl has fishnet stockings and gown covering her n+kedn£$s, and she obviously looks nervous.

She’s one of the clan s+x workers, a newly recruited virgin according to Bacardi’s info about her.

Leonardo slapped on the office lights, before falling on the couch, looking mysterious under the bright shower of the light.

The girl stood there, fidgeting and not knowing what to do since his eyes are down, not looking at her at all.

Bacardi mentioned satisfying him sexually, and he’s hard to satisfy.

Her chance of going out of this place alive depends on how perfectly she satisfies his needs.

She held her breaths and took her first step to him, but his eyes went up.

“Tear off that annoying fishnet from your body, leave your stockings and heels on though. Get on the f+kin desk, spread your legs and start touching yourself for me.” He ordered.

That was all it took.

She didn’t want for him to say more.

She tore off the fishnet gown as instructed, leaving the stockings and heels untouched.

She n+k£dly sat on the desk edge, spread her legs to shamelessly reveal her shaved p+$sy which was already sinfully soaked.

He might be the brutal Ghost, but his face card would affect anyone. Leonardo Esposito happened to her the moment she saw him up close and inhaled him.

Her fingers went down fast, and two went into her soaked folds…

“Three,” his voice came, his eyes focused on her pûssy.

She added one more finger, and tears left her eyes as she started moving them at the pace he’s ordering.

His eyes never wavered, never blinked as she fingered herself with his brutal orders.

“Faster,”

“Rub your clî+ for me,”

“Suck your br+@$ts,”

“Lick your fingers,”

“Slide them back inside.”

“Slap that p+$s¥.”

The orders kept coming, and her tears ran down her chest, dotting her n+ppl£$ teasingly as her fingers travelled far beyond her core again.

She went insane.

“Oh gawd! Oh gawd!…Please let me go slow! Please let me…ahhh! Please let me c+m! It’s too much please let me… f+k it! This is too good! Please don’t stop looking at my p+$s$!”

The wet sound of her fingers f+kin her hole filled the office, and the sinfulness made Leonardo rest back on his couch, still staring with perfectly syncing heartbeats.

Then… a brainstorm came. 

A sudden one.

An intentional evil smile made his lips drag by the side.

—

[Armando Mansion]

It’s late night, but Lissa is still up, waiting for when her mother will return from her business trip.

She’s with her branded laptop in the living room, and maids surrounded her like guardian angels, waiting to bring whatever she asks.

She’s currently in an online clothing store, looking for a shirt gift for Leonardo.

“No. He dislikes blue.” She swiped for the twentieth time.

“He dislikes yellow! you guys don’t have muted colours?” She snapped as if she could see the attendants.

Then her phone rang, and she picked it up. It’s Bobby.

“What’s up, Bob?” She frowned, still tapping away on her laptop.

“I’m a lil tipsy, I’m gonna use you till I get over it.” Bobby replied.

“You have your wife’s body with you, go beat her up.” She said.

“I did already, Lalissa. I upgraded tonight by pouring acid on her legs, but it wasn’t enough to douse this tipsiness.” He replied.

“Go to Leo then! I’m not with Leo right now so go to him I have no time to spare you! How’s it going with the thieves? Are they dead already?”

“I’ll answer your question first. Nope, they aren’t dead, and in fact…they tried to fool Leo by telling him the location of a fake parcel.” Bobby said.

“The f+k?” Lissa spranged up 

“And about the first thing you said…go to Leo? Leo is busy with the five s+x workers sent to him by Bacardi. You need to see them, gawd… Some women are beautifully endowed. Those ass and racks are diabolical. Leo is probably eating p+$s¥ right now.” Bobby replied.

Lissa hung up immediately, throwing her laptop on the floor as her teeth bit her tongue.

The maids around her shifted back.

“In finally back home, Lalissa!!” Mrs. Penny Armando shouted from outside as her car drove in.

Lissa didn’t even bother going out to welcome her.

She went upstairs.

—

[Crimson Cave]

A gathering of gangsters ended at 10, and the gangsters dispersed, each with their own mission for tomorrow.

Moo and Bradshaw climbed the stairs to the top pavement, and from there, they could view the city in glass.

“My mission is to get an additional member to the gang? And he must be strong? Geez, Gangleader knows how to kill my mood.” Moo complained.

She expected Bradshaw to talk, but the huge guy stayed mute, so she looked at him questioningly.

“What do you wanna hear? My task is to target and poison Bobby tomorrow at his club, it’s not less simpler than yours.” Bradshaw said.

“All you have to do is infuse the poison with the air and poison him, but I have less than a month to find an additional regent to the two of us. Don’t anger me” Moo gnarled.

“Then go start your search and stop sulking. Just grab a guy off the streets and train him!” Bradshaw shouted.

“Bastard!” Moo cussed, grabbing the jumping rope.

She jumped down the pavement. Her boot pounded the concrete before she walked out of the cave.

Bradshaw pulled a picture out of his pocket, and his jaws tightened as he stared deeply at it.

His ex girlfriend who broke up with him the moment she found out he was part of this gang.

It’s Ginny.

“Even if I have to later kidnap you to have you by my side again, then so be it.” Bradshaw mouthed.

—

[Same Night, Street 130 Police Station]

Hayden is in front of the station, waiting for the right moment to enter again. He’s literally hiding.

He has been thrown out three times today cos he kept demanding the cops to find the Cooper family, but no one is working on it.

It’s like even the cops are in on this thing, but he’s not giving up.

When the cop who went to get coffee came back and opened the door, Hayden rushed forward again.

But before he could force his way into the station, he was kicked back by that same cop, and the hot coffee was poured on him.

“This isn’t law! A whole family is missing and y’all are refusing to take action!” He shouted insistently.

“Leave this place! No one wants to get involved with that family case so know when to stop!” The cop threw the coffee cups at his face too.

“Get out!” He snapped, entering the station.

With coffe-soaked shirt, Hayden stood, jogging down the front steps and fighting back his tears at the same time.

“Ivan, please just be ok whatever you and your family are. Please just—”

That was interrupted when he bumped into someone.

“Pardon my manners!” He quickly apologized without even looking at the person.

He crossed the road in a hurry.

The person watched him cross, then she sighed, resting her elbow on a street lamp pole.

It’s Moo.

“Easy-Peasy, i already found one.” She smiled creepily.

—

[Next Day]

At 5pm, Leonardo came with Bobby to the Cooper family apartment.

They’re inside, and while Bobby just rambled on and on about how tonight is gonna be, Leonardo focused on searching the house.

“Mayor Cliff would regret his life tonight, that wacko didn’t send the payment as predicted. I can already hear his screams at your mercy, Leo.” Bobby talked again.

Leonardo didn’t reply.

“But these Cooper family are poor. There are only three rooms here. I bet the father and mother share one, the male child owns one, the late girl and the stubborn bî+ch shares one.” Bobby said again.

Leonardo didn’t reply once again. His phone is ringing in his pocket with Lissa’s call, but he’s in no mood to pick right now.

He needs focus to do this.

This family have no insurance or any other abode, so if Ivanna hid something, it’s in this house.

He entered the room he’s sure she shared with Ginny, standing the middle and trying to balance her personality with this place.

She’s headstrong, uses provocation too much, a type that does something even if they know deep down that it’d end in tears.

Their type can hide emotions well, but they can’t hide a cake. They make their traps too obvious.

In this room, there are two family pictures to the right, but on the left, there’s only one.

On that left side, the only thing he’s seeing is the bed, so he dragged away the pillows and bedsheets, but there’s nothing there.

He raised the mattress from the bedstand, but still nothing.

He was about to drop it when his eyes went up, and he picked a hairpin from the small dressing table.

He repeatedly stabbed a swollen part of the mattress with the pin, then he punched his fist inside, bringing out the parcel.

The real parcel.

He let go of the mattress, smirking as he rolled it over.

“Too predictable, disappointing.” he muttered.

“Found it?” Bobby entered the room.

“Find me a repairer for my lighter, within an hour,” Leonardo replied, walking past him out of the room.

Bobby got his phone to make the call immediately.

—

[House Of Esposito, Holding Room]

“You predicted wrong, Ivanna. I told you. We’ve been left alone since yesterday, you weren’t tortured like you predicted…” Robert said as he sat beside Ivanna by the wall.

“Don’t be scared,” Ivanna replied, hiding the tremble in her voice.

“Stop saying that! You’re tough but this ain’t the place to act it! He’s going to kill us, I can feel it!” Robert snapped.

As if replying to him, the door opened with a flight, and the hefty guards came inside for Robert alone.

“No! Where are you taking him!” Ivanna blocked them, but she was thrown away like a doll.

Robert was grabbed.

“Robert!!” She stood, but she was thrown off again, and before she could stand this time, they were already out of the room.

The door wasn’t locked, so she ran after them fast.

“Robert! Robert!!”

Robert was crying like a kid as he got dragged. He could already smell death on himself.

The corridor is full tonight. Mobsters, maids and guards who have started laughing out again.

Ivanna ran after them till they entered the Gravehood after two torturous minutes.

Inside, Leonardo sat like a king not far from a zinc tub, oozing with undiluted acid.

The mere sight of it made Ivanna’s mind cut in four, and Roberts cries went higher.

“Throw him in, now!” Leonardo ordered, and the guards proceeded, lifting the poor guy off the ground.

Ivanna’s eyes went wide.

Not Robert, too.

Not him.

She quickly knelt, shaking.

“No. Don’t do it!” She said loudly, but they didn’t halt.

“I’ll tell you the location of the real parcel!!”

“Too late,” Leonardo raised the parcel, and she froze.

“Inside your mattress? You’re not so smart, birdbrain. Are you?” He angled his head slowly, the movement making her shiver.

She crawled to him on her knees and palms, quickly holding his legs.

“I was wrong! I shouldn’t have said that yesterday! I shouldn’t have cussed at you! Please spare my brother! Please spare—”

“I have a special mission to go for at 8, why not make the remaining minutes before 8 enjoyable, I might think of sparing him.” Leonardo cut her off, and her breaths caught.

“W…what do you mean?” She stuttered without meaning to.

Roughly, his thumb targeted her rough lips. He pressed it so hard a little blood exploded, then he leaned forward, and her chest locked.

His gaze. 

That gaze made it feel like a thousands phantom ants are crawling over her skin.

“Let’s see if your mouth is good at pleasuring, just the way it’s good at cursing,” he started, relaxing.

“You crawled to me, that’s a bonus. Now undo my belt, pull out whatever you find there and take it to your cursing mouth.” He ordered.

“What!” She gagged.

“Yeah. Suck my c+ck, and your brother will watch you doing it till I c+m on your tongue.”

TBC.

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